Lyrics Воровайки - Не хватай за руку, мусор
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Мама всё ругается
За порванные платица,
Мы со шпаной дворовою
Гоняем голубей.
И губки дуем бантиком,
А деньги стали фантиком
Для воровской романтики
Ты косячок забей.
Припев:
Хлоп лопатник, опачки,
Ты постучи по попочке.
Если нет его в кармане,
Шара вам с картоночки.
Хлоп лопатник, опачки
Из пиджачка и кофточки .
Не хватай за руку мусор,
Чёртик на верёвочке!
Мы девочки воровочки
Наколочки и ходочки,
Мы ваши сумки дурочки
Не режем на куски.
Мы воровайки девочки
Их шелушим как семечки,
Но сами понимаете
Не в поле колоски.
Припев.
Вот пролетели годики,
Кругом попса и додики.
И не узнать нам старого,
Московского двора.
Там вместо парков сквериков,
На роликах и велеках.
Играет в телепузиков
Пивная детвора!
Mom's all swearing
For torn platitsa,
We're messing around with sham
We drive pigeons.
And we blow our lips with a bow,
And money became a wrapper
For thieves' romance
You kosyachok hammer.
Chorus:
Cotton spade, opaque,
You knock on the ass.
If there is no it in your pocket,
Balloon you with kartonochki.
Cotton spade, opachki
From the jacket and blouse.
Do not grab the garbage by the hand,
The devil on a string!
We are little girls
Nakolochki and walkers,
We are your bags of little fools
Do not cut into pieces.
We are girls thieves
Their husks like seeds,
But you understand
Not in the field of spikelets.
Chorus.
Here flew a year,
Around pop and dodiki.
And do not get to know us old,
The Moscow court.
There instead of park parks,
On rollers and breezes.
Playing Teletubbies
Beer children!
For torn platitsa,
We're messing around with sham
We drive pigeons.
And we blow our lips with a bow,
And money became a wrapper
For thieves' romance
You kosyachok hammer.
Chorus:
Cotton spade, opaque,
You knock on the ass.
If there is no it in your pocket,
Balloon you with kartonochki.
Cotton spade, opachki
From the jacket and blouse.
Do not grab the garbage by the hand,
The devil on a string!
We are little girls
Nakolochki and walkers,
We are your bags of little fools
Do not cut into pieces.
We are girls thieves
Their husks like seeds,
But you understand
Not in the field of spikelets.
Chorus.
Here flew a year,
Around pop and dodiki.
And do not get to know us old,
The Moscow court.
There instead of park parks,
On rollers and breezes.
Playing Teletubbies
Beer children!